Addicted z.m

Chapter 6

Just wanted to warn that this chapter is very sappy and jumps around a lot, but the story does get better here on out. it will NOT carry on as a sappy love story, I promise!

"Love is a four letter word. You know what else is a four letter word? Kill. Love kills. Love itself is not weak. It is strong, but it makes you weak; it slowly kills you. You're vulnerable to every little stone thrown at you. So if you were hoping for some happily ever after with an absent-minded prince charming, you came to the wrong place babe."

I was shaken by his words. They were filled with honesty and truth, though I didn't want to believe them. "You're wrong." I tried to convince him.

He laughed a menacing laugh. "I'm wrong, ey? Fine, go ahead and love me and I'll prove you wrong." He pushed me against the wall I hadn't known was there and panted. His breath tickled my lips as he pinned my arms by my head against the wall. "I'll show you real love." He whispered before smashing his lips onto mine.

He loosened his grip on my arms and eventually released them, pulling me close by the waist. I ran my hands through his hair and breathed heavily during the kiss. He began to crush me as he pulled my body more and more into his. I could feel bone by bone snapping in me and as my eyes widened from pain, he moved the kiss to my neck. "Zayn..." I croaked, my voice in audible. "I...I can't. ..breathe..."

"Love is suffocating isn't it?" He spoke against my skin. "It crushes you until you breathe your last breath."

"P-please!"

"Spencer..." His voice sounded frightened but his face was proud of the pain he caused. "Spencer wake up. Love, please wake up. Spencer-"

As his grip tightened, it felt as if my heart burst from his strength.

"ZAYN!" I screamed, sitting up and gasping for air. I reached for my throat, catching my breath.

"Spencer," a gasp came from my side. I turned to Zayn sitting up next to me, shirtless and the most worried I'd ever seen on anyone's face, and that's saying a lot for Zayn.

"Zayn!" I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his bare shoulder.

He hesitantly placed his arms around my body as I shook in fear from my dream. I had never had anyone there to comfort me, so having his arms around me made me feel like I could finally release the emotions I had been feeling for the past two and a half weeks.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" He whispered.

I shook my head, not daring to let go of him.

"What happened?"

I pulled away slightly, just to meet his eyes. "It was nothing...just a bad dream..."

He still held me when he answered, "I woke up to you talking in your sleep then...you stopped breathing."

"I did?" I placed one hand on my throat.

"Yeah, I was scared you were dead. Does this often happen?"

"I don't know. I just have these dreams and they feel so real."

"How long have you been having these dreams?"

"A little over two weeks...since I got here..."

The look in his eyes had such a large amount of worry, I wanted to cry for him, though I was already crying. He wiped a tear from my cheek gently and my heart skipped a beat at the gentle gesture.

"Zayn?" My voice was small and puny.

"Hmm?"

"Would you ever hurt me?... Physically. ..I mean. .."